Dinner for one.  I always seem to have a hankering for pasta here in Seoul, and I’m not sure why.  The last two nights in a row I’ve had it, and guess what I’m having again tonight? Spaghetti alfredo tossed with garlic, onions, and half a broccoli head.  Purple cabbage and tomato salad. I’ve spent nearly every day and night for the past six weeks with people (wonderful people!), and it’s simply nice to be at home and able to eat dinners alone.  It’s nice to be able to troll the interest for hours and let myself stumble upon this article, that blog, this video, that podcast.  Or read a book next to the window until it grows dark outside.  Or write in my journal.  Or brew a cup of tea and actually drink it.  All the things that you can only do when left alone. 
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Dinner for one. 

I always seem to have a hankering for pasta here in Seoul, and I’m not sure why.  The last two nights in a row I’ve had it, and guess what I’m having again tonight?

Spaghetti alfredo tossed with garlic, onions, and half a broccoli head.  Purple cabbage and tomato salad.

I’ve spent nearly every day and night for the past six weeks with people (wonderful people!), and it’s simply nice to be at home and able to eat dinners alone. 

It’s nice to be able to troll the interest for hours and let myself stumble upon this article, that blog, this video, that podcast.  Or read a book next to the window until it grows dark outside.  Or write in my journal.  Or brew a cup of tea and actually drink it.  All the things that you can only do when left alone.